At The End Of A River, The Sea​.​.​.

by Theatre Royal

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released October 1, 2012

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Track Name: Death On The River
It’s a story tellers day
Cloaked in mist
One that’s perfect for a murder

A saddled pride
Unlikely to lift
A bodies floating on the water

So you look outside
But you’re staying in
Just to fantasise
About what they’re doing

The drumming feet coming up my stairs since Monday
I hold my breath and I hope they’re gone by Thursday
Bang bang rattle knocking at my door
I clench my fist in case they start a war
But I’d rather rest my head till Sunday

Another rainy day
Tap tapping on the pane
You recognise the weather

From castle to shore
Industrial cranes
You start to paint a picture

So you look outside
But you’re staying in
Just to fantasise
About what they’re doing

The drumming feet coming up my stairs since Monday
I hold my breath and I hope they’re gone by Thursday
Bang bang rattle knocking at my door
I clench my fist in case they start a war
But I’d rather rest my head till Sunday


Thoughts of movement coarse through my veins
Ships sound the answer
Close my eyes rest my head on the page
I might sleep till the next chapter

The drumming feet coming up my stairs since Monday
I hold my breath and I hope they’re gone by Thursday
Bang bang rattle knocking at my door
I clench my fist in case they start a war
But I’d rather rest my head till Sunday
Track Name: Home Of The Achingly Dull
Home of The Achingly Dull

This is the home of the achingly dull
Not only bitter but I’m very bored
This is the home of the regularly ill
On occasions I can’t help but join them

They make me tired
And they make me stay up late
I’m gasping for air
Am I drowning in my?
Drowning in my fate

So set me in motion
Turn on the warning lights
Can you hear the sirens?
I showed you the danger signs

Every face is a repeat episode
I like to think I’m an incurious viewer
But I laugh at jokes drenched from the sewer

They make me tired
And they make me stay up late
I’m gasping for air
Am I drowning in my?
Drowning in my fate

So set me in motion
Turn on the warning lights
Can you hear the sirens?
I showed you the danger signs

I come, drenched in the ocean
I’ll send a wave, to wash you away
I stretch, to cause a commotion
That no one hears and just fades away

This is the home of the achingly dull
Not only bitter but I’m very bored
This is the home of the regularly ill
On occasions I can’t help but join them

They make me tired
And they make me stay up late
I’m gasping for air
Am I drowning in my?
Drowning in my fate

So set me in motion
Turn on the warning lights
Can you hear the sirens?
I showed you the danger signs

So set me in motion
Turn on the warning lights
Can you hear the sirens?
I showed you the danger signs
Track Name: Three Ships
Three Ships

Boats that are sinking in the mud
birds that sitting on the rails
Watching the sails
Disappear here

Grass glistens in the dew
Blades trampled under feet
Morning tastes sweet
We disappear here

And you look
Something like I look
And you look
At things that I wont look

Turns twist into the sea
Ships searching for a fleet
You taste complete
We disappear here

Hearts beating with a thud
Breath warms the morning air
Signs say ‘beware’
We disappear here

And you look
Something like I look
And you look
At things that I wont look